Resolutions

Peter had some grand resolutions for the New Year.

HELLO.

He'd try new things like talking to strangers.

And maybe take up smoking so there was something bigger to brag about committing to next year.

HELLO. CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Perhaps unravel the biggest secrets in the universe too.

Peter knew all about those.

That would be a good one.

Very likely to draw some attention.

Perhaps he'd do it right now!

EXCUSE ME.

Yes.

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

Yes. I can hear you.

Why are you here?

YOU SUMMONED ME.

I wouldn't think so.

I HEARD YOU.

Who are you?

NEW YEAR.

Don't you have a name?

YES. NEW YEAR.

Your name is New Year?

That's not a real name.

WHY NOT?

Something like Peter is a real name. A boring name, sure, but a real one.

Anyway, I have a problem with you showing up like this.

You're ruining my poems, you see.

I DON'T THINK THAT'S POSSIBLE.

Well, you are. Look at this mess!

NO. WHAT I MEAN IS. NEVER MIND.

I've forgotten my place now.

IS RUINING POETRY EVEN POSSIBLE?

What?

ARE THEY NOT BY THEIR VERY EXISTENCE ALREADY RUINED?

NOT JUST YOURS OF COURSE.

I'D NEVER SUGGEST THAT.

BUT ALL OF THEM.

Don't get philosophical with me New Year.

I'm just a poet.

Still, at least it's not all bad.

You do talk like a poet.

OH?

Yes, well, your lines are all spread out so they don't get too long.

IS THAT HOW THEY OPERATE?

As far as I can tell.

I think you might be a poet too.

I DON'T THINK SO.

I WOULDN'T LIKE THAT.